Let’s put a tourniquet-twist on one of the good ol’ days in Buffalo sport, and start the chant for this weekend here and now:

Thank you, Sabres!

Thank you, Bills!

This year is a special kind of nightmare for Buffalo sports fans. No hockey and humiliating football have combined to form the perfect ragestorm on the Twitter, radio, blog and print conversation – every week – for months now. I know I’ve had enough, and frankly, a blacked out game is kinda welcome news.

Family time in the B-lo. Use it to catch up on your holiday shopping, or visit one of those cultural thingys we talk so much about here. I hear the zoo is wonderful this time of year. Ooo – or you can go check out the view graffiti and giant friggin’ spiders at the top of City Hall.

“Hey look at the urban sprawl on THIS side! OMG THERE’S SPIDERS EVERYWHERE.” Yes. And these are just the babies.

Seriously though, I do love my Buffalo. Hell, I settled here after trying out life on three separate continents. So, I’m going to take advantage of #blackoutlockoutmageddon and do what Buffalonians do in times of crisis like this: go to those art galleries buy a six pack and scan NFL mock drafts, maybe cry a little.

Maybe scan the other channels on TV.

If I have to choose between The Voice and Pawn Stars re-re-repeats ever again I'm going to have to shoot my TV. #ENDTHELOCKOUT#NHL

This weekend is going to suck. Again though – thank you Bills for gutting us all throughout the season. It helps us all survive this blackout gutpunch, especially after all your supreme efforts at disemboweling the art of modern era playcalling and execution.

Maybe I’ll catch up on my reading.

If you have any things-to-do suggestions, lemme know in the comments section below. Even though none of you will. Jerks.

On to the blackout Tweet of the Day. Barrister, get us the hell out of this post!